Wednesday (Day 183, NO DIALYSIS!!!) was our six month Kidneyversay. It should have been a happy occasion, filled to the brim with hope for the future, but instead Blokey ended up back in Hospital with a creatinine of 1000 (11.3 in AmeriSpeak). And there he resides still.
He was discharged from Hospital hours after my last entry and everything was going swimmingly. We had a nice Easter with Lord of the Rings and chocolate. We went for walks and Blokey got on with his OU assignment whilst I plied him with tea and took care of his needs. Day 177, NO DIALYSIS!!! saw Blokey become a little ill. He wasn’t too worried, so I wasn’t too worried. The following day he was a trifle worse and I suggested he phoned the doctor/Hospital. No, he was fine.
*rolling of eyes*
It wasn’t until Day 182, NO DIALYSIS!!! that Blokey decided perhaps he did need a doctor. My nagging and utterings of mean-ness (I didn’t give you my kidney so that you could neglect it!) didn’t do much to cajole him; it was the lack of peeing which suddenly panicked him. So Wednesday morning saw him toddle off to Hospital, where a scan showed no damage, but his bloods showed crazy levels, particularly of creatinine. For those not in the know, a creatinine of 1000 is pretty much dangerously death defying.
After coming home to grab his toothbrush and pyjamas he went back to the nicely starched, cold and uncomfortable bed they’d found for him. The Good News is that he’s currently on his lonesome due to (previously, upon admission) having the squits. He doesn’t have the squits anymore, is on a fluid drip, is peeing again and his creatinine had gone down to the dizzy-heights of 940 yesterday morning. Huzzah! Hopefully his bloods this morning will show that it’s gone down MUCH further. Oh, and he’s eating … he barely ate for six days; I think he managed half a bowl of soup, two digestive biscuits and some scrambled egg. If nothing else good comes of this fiasco, at least he should have lost some weight.
They performed a biopsy on Our Kidney yesterday. I don’t think he realises the possible consequences of this, although I can only assume they’ve told him the risks and he’s okay with that. It meant he had to spend the entire afternoon flat on his back, but despite that he sent me lots of happy-ish texts. This is odd for Blokey; Hospital usually brings out the worst in him. Woe, doom, gloom, miserableness, anger … it all comes across in his texts, making me sad. This time his texts (and words; we actually spoke on the phone last night!) are upbeat and positive. He’s in a Good Place right now*. But I digress; the slivers of Our Kidney which they retrieved from the biopsy were fatty (hey, that’s my kidney!) so they weren’t sure how much info they’d glean. If need be they were going to perform the procedure again today. I hope that he tells me long before they do so that I can convince him to ask extremely important questions like, how risky is it? and is it completely necessary?
We’re expecting him to be enjoying Hospital food until Monday at the earliest. I shall pop along to see him tomorrow, and we shall miss our Big Night Out (we were supposed to be seeing the comedian Sarah Millican, the first comedy show we would have been too in yonky-donkeys) but we’re gifting that to friends. It seems that when we actually plan for something, something else comes along to make the plan fall into chaos. We shall have to start living spontaneously.
(Day 185, NO DIALYSIS!!!)
*I’m a little concerned about him being in a Good Place because our beloved Mog-cat is missing, last seen by me at 10 on Sunday morning. It’s been a stupid week.